A Poem For Jeni
She picks a dandelion that she presents like a rose,Her contagious smile growing til it wrinkles her nose.
My little tomboy in tattered pants, wearing sister's too big shirt
Makes a butterfly transormation slipping into a lace-edged skirt.
She's happiness and joy, worth much more than gold.
She controls my very heartstrings with her treasures untold.
She's my sunshine and spring showers, more precious than the smallest pearl.
She's an innocent, loving spirit, my brown-eyed, freckled girl.
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